He opened it, and a diamond necklace flashed its thousand colours in their faces.

He thrust in his hand again and again and again, and each time that be withdrew it, it held a jewel-case.
Before the astonished eyes of his companions he opened them.

Ropes of pearls, collars of diamonds, necklaces of emeralds, rings of pigeon-blood rubies, bracelets of gold studded with opals-Mme.
Dauvray's various jewellery was disclosed.
"But that is astounding," said Besnard, in an awe-struck voice.
"Then she was never robbed after all ?" cried Ricardo.
Hanaud rose to his feet.
"What a piece of irony!" he whispered.

"The poor woman is murdered for her jewels, the room's turned upside down, and nothing is found.

For all the while they lay safe in this cache.